Title: Blood On The Moon

Author: Jamiexh

Rating: R/NC-17

Summary: When werewolf pack mates, Rachel and Brittany are forced to move to Lima, they find new challenges with living in a small town and love.

Pairings: Faberry/Brittana. Minor Fuinn, Puck/Santana, Finchel, Puck/Brittany

Chapter 10- Mine

"How did you find out about this place," Santana asked Brittany as they drove with Quinn and Rachel to Howler, a werewolf club that was in a nearby town about thirty minutes away.

"We have our ways," Rachel smirked at the Latina.

"Are you sure this is safe," Quinn questioned.

"You'll be fine," Brittany reassured her. "Rachel will keep an eye out for you, and San you'll be with me."

"I'm sure she will," Quinn grumbled.

"I will," Rachel growled. "Whether you believe it or not, I'm not going to just throw you to the wolves."

They parked the car and headed in (Quinn and Santana as Rachel's and Brittany's guests). There were several people dancing on the dance floor, many barely dressed. On the sides and at the tables, there were several couples having sex.

"Should have known that a werewolf club was mostly a sex club," Quinn complained.

"Let loose a little," Rachel pushed. "Look, Santana doesn't mind." She pointed to the Latina that was grinding up on Brittany. Both girls smiled at them. "Come on, let's dance."

"With you? No way!"

"Why not?"

"Because you're you."

"Hello wolf," a young male werewolf greeted as he walked over to Rachel. "Dance with me?"

Rachel looked back at her blonde companion who was now radiating with jealously. She smirked at the brunette werewolf. "I'd love to."

The alpha allowed the other wolf to lead her away and she began to dance with him. As the songs changed, the other wolf became more and more touchy. He cupped her breasts, grabbed her behind, and slowly caressed her. She felt his aura wash over her and she allowed herself to be seduced by it. She began to rub him through his jean. He smirked, undid his zipper, and pulled out his penis from his pants.

"Do you want this," he asked as he pulled out a condom.

"What do you think," she asked as she kissed him hard. As they kissed, he pulled out a condom and rolled it onto his shaft. Then he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She smirked. She knew that there was a reason that she never wore underwear to a werewolf club. In one thrust, he filled her completely. She wrapped her arms around him to steady herself as he thrusts into her. As she peered over his shoulder she realized that she couldn't find Quinn. Using her own aura to offset his, she looked for the blonde. Finally, she spotted her. Quinn was being ushered to the side tables by a male werewolf.

Rachel saw red. "Stop," she ordered the wolf. Immediately, he ceases his movement inside of her and put her down. She quickly headed over to where Quinn was. "Let her go," she demanded to the other werewolf.

"Fuck off," the wolf swore, not even looking at the alpha.

"Now," Rachel growled. Angrily the wolf spun to face her, his eyes glowing with his inner demon. The alpha met his gaze and allowed her own eyes to glow. Upon contact with Rachel's eyes the other wolf dropped his.

"I'm a purebred. How are you more dominant than me? I know all the purebred families in this area."

"Because I'm more than just purebred. This is my territory. Now leave my friend alone."

He looked into her eyes again and fell to his knees in submission. "My apologies, alpha."

Rachel grabbed Quinn and pulled her away to a quiet spot in the club. "I'm sorry," she apologized to the blonde. "I should have been watching you. You tried so hard to get under my skin and I've let you. I tried to make you jealous and in that respect, I've left you vulnerable. Please forgive me."

"What did he do to me?"

"Nothing yet. I caught him in time."

"But, I felt something. Something from him. Something that drew me to him. And it was almost…"

"Almost what," Rachel asked stepping into the blonde's space.

Quinn took a step closer. "Almost as strong as what draws me to you."

Rachel closed the rest of the gap and kissed her. Quinn kissed her back with all that the girl had. When they broke apart, both girls where left breathless.

"Holy shit," Rachel swore. "I've never had a kiss like that before. And I've kissed a lot of people."

"Okay, I lied," Quinn admitted. "It's nowhere near what I feel for you. Why is that?"

The brunette sighed. "Because there might be more to use than you think."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"We might be mates."

"What?"

"Look, I'll explain more when we get home. Look, there's Santana and Brittany." The alpha pulled the blonde girl towards them. "We're leaving," she informed them. Dutifully, they both followed.

…

"You never answered my question, Rachel," Quinn demanded as she walked into the house. "What does that mean about us maybe being mates?"

"Not yet," Rachel answered leading her up to her room. "Okay. Sorry. I didn't want anyone else to hear, yet. Not that this is much better. If mom or Brit wanted to listen in they could. But, mom's asleep and Brit's…" she smirked. "Brit's in the process of getting her mack on."

"Wait…she's what…you know what? Never mind. I want to know about us."

"I think that there is a chance that you and I might be mates."

"Why?"

"When I first got here, I went for a run in the woods. I heard a noise and saw a girl taking out the garbage in her back yard. I was immediately drawn to her. If I wasn't distracted by Brittany I would probably have gotten a better look at her before she went inside. I tried to get her scent, but was blocked by some magical charms that were set around the property to keep werewolves out. Not much longer after that I was shot around that same yard by a man that I later discovered to be your father. Putting everything together, I might have been drawn to you. And after we kissed I'm almost certain of it."

"So what does that mean?"

"It means that we are meant to be together."

"How? Sometimes I can barely stand you."

"I know. And again I'm not sure if we are."

"Is there a way to be certain?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't we do that," the blonde asked.

"Because it's dangerous. And right I'm really tired. Stay with me tonight, no pressure for anything, and we'll see in the morning."

"Okay. I told my family that I was staying over Santana's anyway."

…

"God, San," Brittany moaned as the Latina sucked on the werewolf's clit. As she arched her back to try to get closer, Santana smirked and pulled back, earning a groan from the blonde.

"You teased me all night, Brittany. First our dinner at Breadstix where you came dressed in that same skintight hot outfit that you took me to the club with. Plus, it was a werewolf club. I wanted to jump your bones the minute we got there."

The blonde growled and pinned her mate down on the bed. "I told you that there was no pressure. That we didn't have to do anything." Brittany smirked and kissed her lover as she slid two fingers into Santana.

The Latina gasped. "You really gave me no choice." Santana lifted her head to kiss Brittany who kept up her pace thrusting inside the Latina. "Turn on your side."

The werewolf obeyed and was rewarded when Santana slid two of her fingers inside. Brittany groaned and increased her pace. Both girls began rocking to meet the other girl's thrusts and it didn't talk too long for both to climax.

Brittany wrapped her arms around her mate as they both caught their breath. "I think I love you," Brittany whispered before she drifted off to sleep.

"I think I love you, too."